บท 43: Chapter 43: Let's Try that Again

GEORG

Saturday and Sunday were spent feeling like I was having a heart attack. All of my "enlightened motherpucker" bullshit from last week has evaporated in the span of time it took to read the texts from admin. I finally called Evan, who calmed me down somewhat and convinced me I was only anxious about Viktor joining the team. It was a rare weekend without a game or practice, which meant I had far too much damn time on my hands.

Now we're back on the ice for morning practice. Evan and I are working our drills hard, trying to show Coach Brown and whoever else is watching that I am still in this game, still 110% committed to this team.

"Have you seen or talked to Demoskev since LA?" Evan asks.

"Why the fuck would I want to do that?"

"I'm just bloody asking," he answers sharply. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"It's a fucking stupid question," I snap back. "It's not like we're mates. Never have been."